The nights are never full

/ Rugby Lion

Once there was
a mass of kisses.
A high raid in the
heart of summer.
Eyes travelling
all over my body.
And that love
fell from sky, field
and from the hills.
A memory made of light,
of the highest blaze.
You keep my soul,
my distant female.

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